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“Make room for the parts of you that write
with hurt and nostalgia and fear. Hold up these parts and turn them inside out so that the world can feel them and feed them with their own broken parts.” this one’s worth sharing.

I am in love with the irrevocable scars of sin that burn burn burn blue into your skull. I am so transfixed with the way your ribs tangle into each other when the laughter burns through you and you have no choice but to let it out. I am perplexed by the ancient little strands of your hair that you tuck and tuck behind your ear until you just let it dangle, beautiful and golden. I love all of your ripening flesh particles; I have let them infiltrate every corner of my memory where I will lavish them until my last day. I beam, beam beam with luminous ecstasy at the way you bend into everyone you meet, leaving traces of your soul lingering in even the thickest of air.

This is for you. and you and you and you. I am fully convinced that I am undeniably in…